The New York Theatre Workshop, one of the most audacious theaters in New York City, never fails to astonish its audience in the wide-ranging fare that it chooses to present, the directors and actors that tread its stage, and its stunning production designs.

I’m talking about set, lighting, sound, costume, and film. In fact, in can be said that visual and audio surprises – you never know what is going to hit you between your eyes and ears upon entering the theatre – is one of the NYTW’S major calling cards

I am still remembering the unexpected lap pool in Red Speedo, Tal Yarden’s smashing video projections and Brian Ronan’s super sonic sounds in David Bowie and Edna Walsh’s musical Lazarus, and most recently the military barrack’s mattresses strewn across a darkened stage in their production of Othello which starred A List actors David Oyelowo and Daniel Craig.

Here, totally reconfiguring the theater, the audience, seated on three sides of the stage in rows of four, was brought into the play almost as participating players. Talking about intimacy, being seated so close to the action we could actually see the actors’ sweat, hear them breathing.

Solo performer Geoff Sobelle with audience members.

Going back even further – I’m name dropping now – was Rick Elice’s Peter and the Starcatcher whose highly energetic cast, continually reconfiguring themselves, leaped about the stage in each kinetic scene, one of which included a breathtakingly enthralling shipwreck. Not surprisingly the play moved quickly from NYTW to Broadway where it won 5 Tony Awards.

All tolled, The NYTW, in its three-decades of existence, has received a Pulitzer Prize, seventeen Tonys, Obie, Drama Desk, Lucille Lortel Awards, and hundreds of theatrical award nominations.

If I thought I had seen it all, certainly set-wise, The Object Lesson, NYTW’s current production – it closes on Sunday, March 19 – set designer Steven Dufala’s over-the-top hoarders wet dream of an installation consisting of a small mountain-like range of cartoons proved otherwise. It rivals the overstuffed home of the infamous Collyer Brothers who were found dead side by side under tons of junk in their New York City Harlem mansion in 1947.

The Object Lesson begins, even before its creator and solo performer Geoff Sobelle makes an appearance, upon entering the theatre. Here we are given a sheet of paper instructing us to open and examine the boxes, and there are hundreds of them, that line the walls. Some are actually stacked to the ceiling, while others liberally cover the theatre’s entire floor. We are told that it doesn’t matter whether you sit, stand, or lie down, as long as you are mindful of the people around you.

Left: ‘The Object Lesson,’ by Geoff Sobelle; directed by David Neumann;
scenic installation design: Steven Dufala

Following orders, in the first box that I opened I found a book. In another box there was a doll. In the third box I found a hat with a note asking me to give the hat to another person and tell them that this hat was meant for them. I passed it on to a person close by who in turn handed it to another. Everybody was doing the same—opening boxes, reading notes, examining the contents, and following the instructions, if any, that they found in the box.

Losing interest in this “game” or more to the point, not wanting to end up sitting on a backless box for 2 hours, as it tuned out in a darkened cavernous space rubbing shoulders with the person next to me, My friend Helene and I quickly worked our way to one of the only two couches available. As luck would have it the couch was on a raised platform which allowed us an unobstructed view of the proceedings. From our perch, the picking and looking scene below resembled the floor of Macy’s during a Christmas sale.

What followed, in the dimly lit theater, in and about a continually moving audience that had to make way for Sobelle as he traversed a sea of countless cartons is an ingenious mixture of autobiographical, object-triggered storytelling reminiscent Garrison Keillor spinning one of his tales, a number of magical feats, and a series of vignettes all performed by Sobelle with an occasional audience member in tow. I loved that every time he opened a new box he found an object and or a letter that set him off on another story.

The actual performance itself starts out with Sobelle sitting in a leather easy chair, surrounded by side tables, lamps, an antique Victrola and a telephone, all of which he pulled out of various cartons in order to create a home-like atmosphere for himself. Seemingly agitated, he is having a strange and almost unintelligible conversation in which the audience is privy to his side only. Later on an unseen audience member, in the case a woman – obviously supplied with a text – making sense out of nonsense cleverly completes this conversation, by reciting her side of the conversation.

In another vignette, again selecting a woman from the audience, Sobelle, wanting to rekindle a past romance that did not work out unearths from the surrounding clutter of cartons, a table, food, utensils, candles, even a chandelier. The scene set, he prepares a meal complete with wine and a salad. Dancing on the top of the table he chops the lettuce with the blades of the ice skates that he is wearing. At this same moment, just as unexpected as his ice skate routine, wine and goat cheese is being passed around from one audience member to the next. A cinematic shower of white Styrofoam bits, standing in for roses, raining down upon the couple ends this charming interlude.

In another scenario Sobelle asks a woman and man, both on opposite ends of the theatre to read out loud all of the objects that they are carrying in their purse and wallet. Their trial was to decide what the most valuable item was and what was the least valuable. I totally forgot what both the man and woman answered. But I do remember having to think twice about all that I was carrying in my pockets. I also thought about my 82 boxes in storage and all of the hundreds of objects that inhabit every shelf, table top, and drawer in my apartment, each one harboring past memories that I have collected over the years. I may go quietly into the night but my objects will be screaming for a new home.

By Edward Rubin, Contributing Editor

Ended: Sunday, March 19, 2017

Company/Producers: New York Theatre Workshop

Theater Type: Off Broadway

Theater: New York Theatre Workshop

Theater Address: 79 East 4^th Street

Phone: 212-460-5475

Website: http://www.nytw.org

Creator and Performer: Geoff Sobelle

Director: David Neumann

Creative Producer: Jecca Barry

Dance Choreographer: David Parker/The Bang Group

Technical:

Scenic Installation Design: Steven Dufala: Lighting Design: Christopher Kuhl: Sound Design: Nick Kourtides: Illusion Consultant: Steve Cuiffo